Diana Palmer Long Tall Texans 10 Emmett

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"Sorry!" she gasped, jerking the door back shut.
She went into the living room and sat down in a chair, very quickly. It was disconcerting to find a
naked than stepping out of her shower,
even if he did have a body that would grace a centerfold in any women's magazine.
He came out a minute later with a towel wrapped around his lean hips. He had an athlete's body, wide
shouldered and narrow hipped, and his
legs were incredible, Melody thought. She stared at him pie-eyed, trying to act sophisticated when she
was just short of star-struck.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't think to lock the door. I assumed this was a little early for you to be up,
and I needed a shower."
"Of course."
He frowned as he stared down at her. She was doing her best not to look at him, and her cheeks were
flaming. He was an experienced than,
and he'd been married. He understood without words why she was reacting so violently to what she'd
seen.
"It's all right," he said gently, and he smiled at her. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
She swallowed. "Right. Would you like some breakfast?"
"Anything will suit me. I'll get dressed."
She nodded, but she didn't look as he strode back into the bedroom and gently closed the door.
She got up and went to the kitchen, surprised to find that her hands shook when she got the pans out
and began to put bacon into one.
Emmett came back while she was breaking eggs into a bowl. He was wearing jeans and a white T-
shirt, which stretched over his powerful
muscles. He wasn't wearing shoes. He looked rakish and appealing. She pretended not to notice; her
memory was giving her enough trouble.
Melody wasn't dressed because she'd forgotten to get her clothes out of the bedroom the night before.
That had been an unfortunate oversight,
because he was staring quite openly at her in the long green gown and matching quilted robe that fit
much too well and showed an alarming
amount of bare skin in the deep V neckline. She wasn't wearing makeup, but her blond-streaked
brown hair and freckled pale skin gave her
enough color to make her interesting to a than.
Emmett realized that she must not know that, because she kept fiddling with her hair after she'd set the
eggs aside and started to heat a pan
to cook them in.
"Where are the plates?" he asked. He didn't want to add to her discomfort by staring.
"They're up in the cabinet, there—" she gestured "—and so are the cups and saucers. But you don't
have to..."
"I'm domesticated," he said gently. "I always was, even before I married." The words, once spoken,
dispelled his good mood. He went
about setting the table and didn't speak again until he was finished.
Melody had scrambled eggs and taken up the bacon while the biscuits were baking. She took them out
of the oven, surprised to see that they
weren't overcooked. People in the kitchen made her nervous—Emmett, especially.
"You couldn't get to your clothes, could you?" he mused. "I should have reminded you last night."
It was an intimate conversation. Having a than in her apartment at all was intimate, and after having
met him in the altogether in the
bathroom, Melody was more nervous than ever.
"That's all right, I'll dress when the boys get up. You could call them...?"
"Not yet," he replied. "I want to talk to you."
"About what?"
He motioned her into a chair and then sat down across from her, his big, lean hands dangling between
his knees as he studied her. "About
what you said last night. I've been thinking about it. Did Adell tell you that it was loving Randy, not
hating me, that broke up our marriage?"
Melody clasped her hands in her lap and stared at them. "She said that she married you because you
were kind and gentle and obviously
cared about her so much," she told him, because only honesty would do. "When she met Randy, at the
service station where she had her car
worked on and bought gas, she tried to pretend it wasn't happening, that she wasn't falling in love. But
she was too weak to stop it. I'm not
excusing what she did, Emmett," she said when he looked haunted. "There should have been a kinder
way.
And I should have said no when
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